Have you any holy wool?: Where the song of the poor little Welsh devil being tired of marching and having lost his pipe gets an even deeper turn into the darkness of an abbyss of a Benedictine deacon, who plays in St Magnus the meek and mild beacon but is secretly even bringing murderers in Pentonville prison for spiritual warfare practice and out of sheer monastic malice to commit suicide, after he lets them over a game their perfect murder visions to him confide. He not just contemplates to abduct as a mercenary even for modern day crusaders and templar knights and for sheer mammon even by a Maria selected teenage bride, and they many children also for trafficking hide! By Mother Sigrid Eliora Anat

Nec laudibus nec timore

NEC LAUDIBUS NEC TIMORE, by Mother Sigrid Eliora

Once before has this motto been the call of a lone voice in times of darkness, when Clemens August Galen stood up with his priests against the evil of their time. Neither through laud nor through threats and murderous plots can one silence a holy soul that only desires and aches to fulfill God's calling to spread the truth in Jesus Christ's peaceful way as the daily bread.

For far too long has been handed down heresy and literally sold for the truth, and numerous and often anonymous holy souls had to die in their peaceful but persevering resistance under laying down their own lives for the truth in this most unholy fight of organised criminality out of greed and lust for power, and institutional corporate bodies have abused Jesus Christ's true spiritual church and killed off or oppressed the truth again and again.

The gentle and meek of the ancient path of peace and wisdom, free of wrath, were always in the minority and found themselves often in the slavery of the bloodthirsty tribes and rulers, who only had expansion of their power on thier minds, and never for a moment the welfare and nourishing of holy souls.

There is no love in those, who lie to and about a holy soul and who ignore and mock God and commit blasphemy on a daily basis, but only ever arrogance and unbelievable decadence and pestilence, both symbolically and literally.

Heresy was widespread through the means of whole mercenary legions in as many as possible regions - Jesus Christ never ever wanted any blood to be spilled and certainly nobody in His Name killed - He gave Himself on the cross, and offered to the inhuman branches of evil to accept this His sacrifice but they just continued to slaughter the meek and the lowly and treat them to this very day as their 'slaves' in one way or another. Worship of the mammon of the golden ox, calf and cow being always a part of it, instead of the humble holy life of a holy family and travelling and voluntarily poor community, in which each member shares their gift to heal others and any rift to the outside.

And the simple fact that Jesus Christ took Mary Magdalene as His bride the so-called churches still purposefully and unforgivably from their members hide and even for a fee - what kind of corrupt see dares to call itself holy, but plays at the same time eternal roly-poly with the truth and locks away in their and external archives documents of holy proof under also many a desecrated roof and has heresy in their shelf?!

One that buys and sells shares and stocks with privileged information even in corexit oil spilling oysters and shells and in pharmaceuticals and institutions that with extensive elocutions even cast spells from their secret society hells.

Avon D'Bishmaya, illa passan min beesha.
Our Father, separate us from the evil ones.

The evildoers know, what they are doing, Father; they even purposefully ring with their lies by spies their bells.
Their sins are retained, as they have from confessing to the faithful refrained, and have purposefully unholy pseudo-friars as liars trained.

Mother Sigrid Eliora

Katholikos Kyriake Sancta Ecclesia de Iesous Christos et Maria Magdalena
Abbey of the Holy Rose
Cill Naomh Ceadda the Martyr

Order of the Holy Rose

Thursday, 26 February 2015

Where the song of the poor little Welsh devil being tired of marching and having lost his pipe gets an even deeper turn into the darkness of an abbyss of a Benedictine deacon, who plays in St Magnus the meek and mild beacon but is secretly even bringing murderers in Pentonville prison for spiritual warfare practice and out of sheer monastic malice to commit suicide, after he lets them over a game their perfect murder visions to him confide. He not just contemplates to abduct as a mercenary even for modern day crusaders and templar knights and for sheer mammon even by a Maria selected teenage bride, and they many children also for trafficking hide! By Mother Sigrid Eliora Anat

Where the song of the poor little Welsh devil being tired of marching and having lost his pipe gets an even deeper turn into the darkness of an abbyss of a Benedictine deacon, who plays in St Magnus the meek and mild beacon but is secretly even bringing murderers in Pentonville prison for spiritual warfare practice and out of sheer monastic malice to commit suicide, after he lets them over a game their perfect murder visions to him confide. He not just contemplates to abduct as a mercenary even for modern day crusaders and templar knights and for sheer mammon even by a Maria selected teenage bride, and they many children also for trafficking hide!

By Mother Sigrid Eliora Anat

And then, he also acts as devil's den in the churches of Wren special Murderous Benedictine envoy and Reineke Fox bishop of Londinium decoy and manhunts with his monastic secret society as a human bait a holy man, whom he with the Benedictine's paedophile and criminal brethren's offences frames and falsely shames and blames and calls him mockingly the black fox, all the while the Welsh deacon commits himself every one after the other organised crime on behalf of the intertwined Vatican-Anglican evil axis with a Thurn and Taxis bringing blackhole money in cash over from Ratzinger and Bergoglio in Rome to Dover and a Kraus, and with the churchhouse property madam and her sister and the archbishop's of York's secret lover he runs a secret society community on hijacked inner circle MI6 property.

And he also has threatened to abduct the holy man's bride, so that he would after he again all killings and assassination attempts towards him survived never reach and find his other half!

But meanwhile, the bridegroom and bride did simply all holy souls warn and ask for help against this sea kelp and turned also officially in ways most creatively to the righteous and non-corrupt authority, who made from the right rhyme and meter in many an extra mile, even voluntarily on Sunday morn and afternoon, and eventually, even an Enid from a related priory in the East End and the Londinium bishopry could no longer their secret society records to frame innocent clergy amend and had to confess and will from now on have to stand trial and clear up their mess, and always and again Confess, Confess, Confess, but not anymore in a Wren church but in a prison cell in isolation, as they don't even trust each other, the secret society sister and brother of hell! As too many lived the truth and facts of their most u holy acts to tell, and the one good God helped a Roderick in the end just in time to break yet another death curse and silencing spell of a Deiniol, when he rang the bell!

And the Miller sisters are busy also in confinement to look after each other's blisters and other spells of hells, which they muttered under the pretence of prayer and they have given up the hope of becoming in the smoke and mirror world of Reineke Fox the first female mayor and black magic headteacher of a school in Essex, as they were reported with their malice not just by the son of Princess Alice but also by her grandson in Wessex! And the Prince of Wales rather not drinks from a Deiniol nor from his Benedictine brethren any homebrewed ales!

Lily and Jack Starfish (lilysunmoonstarfish@gmail.com) shared a post from London Unveiled

Saint Benet, Paul's Wharf ~ the only original Christopher Wren church in London

by LondonUnveiled.com

While a church has been on this site since 1111, the current church was built after the Great Fire of London in 1685 by Christopher Wren. It survived the Second … Continue reading →

Nec laudibus nec timore

Thursday, 26 February 2015

Lily and Jack Starfish (lilysunmoonstarfish@gmail.com) shared a post from London Unveiled

Saint Benet, Paul's Wharf ~ the only original Christopher Wren church in London

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Meus dominus Deus Lucis Iesus Christus vocat. Ergo sum. Mother Sigrid Eliora

Meus dominus Deus Lucis Iesus Christus vocat. Ergo sum. Mother Sigrid Eliora